Alicia Lopez’s Musings

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Well, this week has been an unusual one to say the least.   I always have a peaceful, serene, uninterrupted, quiet peace of heaven around my house.  Not this past week.

It began by having two huge trucks parked halfway across my driveway.  They were from a local long distance company fixing what I believe to be their cable box.  Not even a humble, if snide, comment to ask my permission to block my driveway while they worked.  No, they just took it as part of their sovereignty and rights to do as they pleased.  I dressed in a hurry to go out and give them a piece of my mind, but when I got out there, they had left, leaving a big hole in the ground.  I figured they would be back, and I would confront them at that time.

Well, it so happened I was away whey they came and finished the job ( or so their job description says).  They left a large ridge which would allow the run off water to go straight into my yard.

I was fuming, as this had happened a couple of years ago and I could not get any satisfaction from any office I contacted.  Finally, I called the local street department, and they listened to me.  Their solution was to erect a rather large “speed bump” to allow the water to run straight down the street.  This was erected directly in front of my driveway.

I can live with that speed bump, however visitors who have not experienced the jolt while going over it, still complain to me about it.  It sort of juggles their lunch.

It rained quite heavily last night, and guess what?  The water ran straight into my yard.  Knowing better than to contact the company (as these things are not their fault), I went out and reconstructed the dam I had built before.  I am hopeful that it will again divert the water down the street.

You think my problems were over?  Of course not, you know the old saying, when it doesn’t rain, it pours?

The house across the street from me has been put up for sale.  Two large SUV’s were parked in their driveway over the weekend, and I could see a lot of activity.  They were changing out the water heater.  I was not peeking, but every time I looked out, some more things had been put in the driveway.  I assumed, as most of us villagers do, that large construction waste has to be carried to the dump.  Well, let me tell you, the cars had white license plates with a big star on them, and we know where they came from.

Monday morning I went out to empty the trash, and lo and behold, two LARGE old water heaters were next to the dumpster in front of my property.  Of course, no white licensed cars were in evidence, they had fled the scene.

I called the local waste department and reported the deed.  They were most helpful, and that morning sent out a truck to take away the horrible eyesores.  I wanted to have them report this to the real estate company which is selling the house, but they told me that I did the right thing in calling them, because otherwise nothing would have been done.

Since I felt like hitting someone, I took my ire out by pelting out this story on my blog.

There, I feel much better now.  Isn’t the message on the sign below ironic?  Just let Texans mess with you!

Hasta la vista

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The world as I see it:

My view of the world changes, from cock-eyed optimist to the darkest and gloomiest of pessimist.  Thankfully, the former is much more prevalent than the latter.

The optimist in me glories when I see one human being bending to help another, when a young teenager stops his texting to assist a senior rise to his feet, when I gaze the wonder of a child as he sees his first sunrise.

Have you ever watched a bird delight in drinking and bathing in your bird bath?  It is a glorious moment in which to ponder the beauty of this world, and all it takes is a little time and patience.

It is my patience that wore out a little, and caused the pessimist in me to emerge, when I saw the pettiness of some senators on denying Sonya Sotomayor a majoral victory in approving her towards the full vote of the senate on her confirmation process for a seat on the Supreme Court.

This was a history making event, marred by six Senators, including one from Texas, who are on the nominating committee.

It was the Senator from Texas that caused me to rile up.  No matter what his reasoning, it brought back memories of my growing up years in that state, when Latinos were simply known as Mexicans, and greasy ones at that.  When looking and landing a job required that you be blonde and blue eyed, because cinnamon skinned people were just plain dumb, and you were not allowed in some restaurants.  I never learned to swim because the nearest swimming pool to our house did not allow us in.

Yes, that was Texas.

Discrimination is horrid, no matter who it is directed against, and anyone who has ever experienced it will remember it forever, I know I have.  Luckily, I see a bright light at the end of a very long tunnel, we have made great strides, but witnessing this last episode confirms that there is still a long road ahead of us.

I, too, have a dream, the optimist in me demands it.

Hasta la vista

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While visiting my children in Dallas, I was witness to a display by Mother Nature, the likes of which I had not seen.  It was a storm that brought tornado warnings and sirens wailing.

We were out on some errands, and had not been watching television, or listening to the radio.  We saw storm clouds gathering, and were thanking the heavens for rain to come.

Before our very eyes, the skies turned into menacing black swirling entities, and the winds started.  Our cell phone rang, the family urging us to return home, and announcing the tornado warnings.  Needless to say, we jumped in our vehicle, and got back as soon as possible, which in Dallas time, meant at least a half hour to forty five minutes.

The television was blaring, showing the red masses which signified the storm, and Dallas County was right in its path.  That night we saw marble size hail, winds up to 90 miles per hour, and sheets of rain which seemed never ending.

My children are used to this, they have experienced it many times before, but to me, it was something entirely new, and so foreign to my mountain dwelling.  My son is fascinated by these tantrums of nature, and was outside viewing everything, and was happiest in this element.  I hovered in the house, thinking of going into the nearest closet, or bathroom, as suggested by the media.

It seemed a lifetime, but the rain and wind abated somewhat, but continued into the night.

I was scheduled to depart the next day, but because of the lingering lightning and rain, most flights were delayed for hours, if not permanently canceled.  I prudently decided not to leave until the following day.  Even then, the airport was crowded and people scurried about, checking on flights.  A man I talked to had been at the airport for five hours, and did not know when his plane would take off.  My flight was only delayed forty five minutes, for which I was thankful.

Landing in El Paso, I was back to the dry desert heat, and driving to Ruidoso, I savored the green cool pines that surround my abode.  I was never happier to arrive home.

Certainly, you cannot fool around with Mother Nature, especially when she’s having a bad day.

Hasta la Vista

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A man’s feet should be planted in his country, but his eyes should survey the world”–George Santayana

The above chord struck a note within me, it was resonant because several years ago legislation was passed by our neighboring country of Mexico that allows citizens born there to have dual citizenship.

While I was not born in Mexico, my grandparents were.  They left to find a better life in this country.  I have no desire to have any other citizenship than that of the USA.

My grandparents, if alive, would heartily agree.  They left all that was familiar to them to establish themselves in a foreign land.  Everything was strange to them–language, customs, etc.  They foresaw that their children and grandchildren would have better lives in this land of opportunity.  Not a day goes by that in my heart I thank them.

I have no quarrel with those few individuals who have chosen to accept the offer and have that dual citizenship.  We are a nation of immigrants, and unless you are Native Americans, your forefathers came from somewhere else.  Then, why the intolerance of one race against another?

Children are born without prejudice, it “Must be Carefully Taught”, as a song from the musical “South Pacific” states.  They learn it at home, through the behavior, actions, and words of their parents.  What a heavy burden to carry, to look in the mirror and face yourself, knowing you have fed into the minds of your innocent children, hatred and bigotry.

I love the United States, complete with all its faults.  I can think of no other country where I would care to live.  I always get chills when I hear the “Star Spangled Banner”, and tears in my eyes when “America the Beautiful” is sung.

My husband and I traveled to many foreign lands, and enjoyed every minute of it.  We explored the different cultures, tasted a variety of food, tried communicating in different languages, joined in their celebrations and commiserated in their anguishes.  We respected their customs and their laws.

There is no greater feeling than that of returning to your own soil. A cloak of peace descends upon re-entering our country.

Yes, there are prejudiced people who resent the fact that we speak Spanish; but there are also those who admire and even envy our ability to do so.

Yes, there are people, who in fits of anger over dozens of undefined reasons, will tell us to “Go back where you came from”.

I can proudly answer, I am where I came from; I am home.

Hasta La Vista.

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